After hanging up the call, Song Nuan stepped on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road.
"Yiran, I need to go to the hospital."
Xu Yiran knew that Qin Guangsheng had an accident, so she immediately grabbed her things and got out of the car, reminding her to be careful on the road.
Song Nuan drove at high speed almost the entire time.
What should have been a 20-minute journey took only 10 minutes.
When the elevator arrived on the third floor and the doors opened, she saw Lu Ziyang leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
He has injuries on his face.
Song Nuan's heart skipped a beat. "What happened to your face?"
"I was punched by Qin Yuchuan."
When she first arrived at the hospital, she had a few words with Qin Yuchuan about the surgery, and when Song Nuan's name was mentioned, Qin Yuchuan went berserk and started punching her.
He could have easily avoided it.
But he didn't dodge.
Seeing the heartache in Song Nuan's eyes, Lu Ziyang smiled and comforted her, "It's alright, you'll be fine in a couple of days."
Qin Yuchuan watched his performance coldly.
He said he was fine, but he didn't forget to put his hand on Song Nuan.
We're all men, who wouldn't see through his intentions?
Qin Yuchuan strode forward, grabbed Song Nuan's wrist, and pulled her to his side, creating distance between them.
"Lu Ziyang, you're a lawyer, you should have some principles. Stay away from Song Nuan and don't do anything that will be morally condemned. It won't be good for your reputation if word gets out."
Lu Ziyang chuckled, his dark eyes filled with disdain.
Is he worried about his reputation?
"Enough!"
Song Nuan broke free from his grasp, her face not looking good. "Uncle Qin is in surgery inside, his life hanging in the balance, and you not only hit him, but you also have the nerve to say these things?"
An embarrassment flashed across his face.
Song Nuan was furious just looking at him.
Despite having just reprimanded Qin Yuchuan, Song Nuan couldn't help but blame him for his behavior.
"Professor Jiang has already agreed to the surgery, and everything is being arranged. Why are you insisting on having the surgery ahead of schedule when it's such a good opportunity?"
Qin Yuchuan looked at her calmly, trying desperately to look into her eyes and find out what she was thinking.
"Do you believe every single thing Lu Ziyang says?"
"I don't trust him, I trust Professor Jiang."
"The surgeon who performed the operation is also a top-notch cardiologist. Song Nuan, you're simply trying to go against me!"
Song Nuan simply couldn't communicate with him. "You're completely unreasonable."
She turned her head away in anger, wanting to avoid seeing it altogether.
She wasn't sure if she was mistaken, but for a fleeting moment, she seemed to see a look of hurt on Qin Yuchuan's face.
She must be seeing things.
"Sister, how could you say that about Brother Chuan?" Song Ningxue said weakly, "He is Uncle Qin's son, so he must be wholeheartedly for Uncle Qin's good. But others may not be so. Who knows if they have any ulterior motives?"
Anyone with eyes can see who this veiled attack is aimed at.
"I'm probably not the one harboring malicious intentions."
Holding down Song Nuan's shoulder, who was on the verge of exploding, Lu Ziyang remained calm, unaffected by Song Ningxue's words.
Song Ningxue lowered her eyes, looking as if she was about to cry. "I'm sorry, I wasn't targeting you."
Lu Ziyang smiled nonchalantly, then asked casually, "Young President Qin, why did President Qin suddenly faint on the roadside? Have you investigated this matter?"
Why are you asking this?
"It's nothing." Lu Ziyang raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze inadvertently brushing over Song Ningxue, without saying anything.
The surgery time kept increasing.
As time went on, Song Nuan's anxiety grew stronger.
For some reason, she felt a tightness in her chest and was filled with unease.
Turning her head, she saw Lu Ziyang. She pressed the elevator button, grabbed his sleeve, and walked inside. "I'll go with you to get your medicine."
Lu Ziyang obediently followed her.
The elevator doors closed.
Looking at the man who was so much taller than her, Song Nuan had mixed feelings. "Did you fight back?"
"No."
He uttered two words indifferently, his handsome face expressionless, but his tone was pitiful.
Song Nuan couldn't resist and her heart softened instantly.
She tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, as a gesture of comfort, while coaxing him, "Once Uncle Qin recovers, I'll help you get revenge, okay?"
Lu Ziyang looked down at her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
He smiled, noticing the underlying unease in her eyes beneath her reassurance—a tentative search for something she needed.
"Nuan Nuan, what do you want to say?"
"The surgery has been going on for so long... I'm worried."
"You want me to bring Professor Jiang over?"
Sure enough, Lu Ziyang could always easily understand her needs.
She asked, "Is that okay?"
Lu Ziyang said, "It's not impossible, but firstly, his treatment plan is different from the chief surgeon's, and secondly, the procedures are not complete, so Professor Jiang will probably find it difficult to switch to the chief surgeon halfway through the procedure."
In fact, Song Nuan had thought about all of these things.
But when he said it word by word, she couldn't help but feel down.
It looks like a wilted flower that has lost its nutrients.
Dull and colorless.
Lu Ziyang looked at her, his gaze deep.
“I know you may not like hearing these words.” His voice was low and husky. “But Song Nuan, you don’t need to worry about Qin Guangsheng. You don’t owe the Qin family anything.”
Song Nuan pursed her lips and remained silent.
But she knew that Lu Ziyang was right.
Her feelings for the Qin couple were actually quite complicated. When Song Ningxue returned to the country in a high-profile manner while pregnant, and when Qin Yuchuan recklessly suppressed and bullied her, the Qin couple's indifference indirectly caused her harm.
But later...
Cen Wan went abroad to search for clues about her mother.
When the Qin family was in crisis, Qin Guangsheng gave her all his valuables.
Sometimes, when Song Nuan thinks about these things, she feels like she's going to have a mental breakdown.
“But that’s a human life,” she murmured.
When a person dies, they truly have nothing left.
“If I try my best to get Professor Jiang’s help, the success rate of the surgery might be higher… 25% is really too low, Lu Ziyang.”
"You tried your best."
Lu Ziyang put his hand on her shoulder, bent down, and met her gaze with unwavering eyes.
His voice seemed to have magic.
“Song Nuan, remember this: if the surgery fails, it won’t be your fault. It will be the result of Qin Yuchuan’s arrogance and self-deception. It’s his fault.”
"But……"
Song Nuan's eyes instantly welled up with tears, her vision blurring so much that she couldn't make out his face.
Scenes of my interactions with Qin Guangsheng from childhood to adulthood replayed in my mind.
The suppressed emotions burst forth through the window.
She choked back tears as she spoke intermittently, “Uncle Qin was really good to me, more like a father than Song Zhiren… Lu Ziyang, I can’t bear to part with him, and I don’t want to accept the fact that he might leave.”
Lu Ziyang pursed his lips and hugged her tightly. "I know."
"you do not know."
Song Nuan buried her face in his chest and wailed, her tears soaking the fabric of his chest.
While achieving great success in the Qin family business, she made no secret of her ambition to take over the Song family.
Everyone thought she was amazing and powerful.
Actually, not at all.
Song Nuan didn't want to admit it, but it was indeed the truth—
She lacked love, so she cherished the Qin couple very much.
She once cherished Qin Yuchuan just as much because he accompanied her as she grew up, and such a companion is a rare and precious role in her life.
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